San Francisco (Letra)

Vanessa Carlton

Pop/Rock

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I, I know what you did
Like a boy of summer gives his first kiss
Love, is dancing on my finger
He got to the heart of the matter and lingered
Now I’m walking with the living
I always liked Steinbeck and those old men whistling

We’re back, we’re back in San Francisco
We’re back and you tell me I’m home

Talking in the Mission
Over coffee this is my utopia
Then I’ll be your lady
As the ocean rises, the sun is fading

We’re back, we’re back in San Francisco
We’re back, we’re back in San Francisco
We’re back, we’re back in san fran

And now I feel the ever after
Over red wine on the eve of summer
The buzz, the buzz of the city
As we settle in it’s majesty
I, I know what you did
Like a boy of summer gives his first kiss

We’re back, we’re back in San Francisco
We’re back and you tell me I’m home

You tell me I am home
You tell me I am home
You tell me I am home
Back in San Francisco

And I know what you did in San Francisco
I know what you did in San Francisco
San Francisco

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Choking on the thought of leaving,
Drinking to keep from sobbing
4pm, 4 dollar pints – sfo – the time and price.

With all my happiness aborted, the pa painfully starts boarding
I sink deep – 30 thousand feet into my window seat – electric chair
And i was drinking you goodbye
A heart floats in the bay
From sour home chicago
I hear it beating far away
There’s no telling what i’ll do
If i don’t return to you.

Hopeful thoughts of soon returning,
Can’t put out my stomach burning.
Plastic wings and plastic smiles
Unsalted peanuts stretch my miles.

Choking on the thought of leaving,
Drinking to keep from heaving
5pm 5 dollar pints – hellbound airlines – time and price.
And i was drinking you goodbye
A heart floats in the bay
From sour home chicago
I hear it beating far away
There’s no telling what i’ll do
If i don’t return to you.

I was drinking you goodbye
A heart floats in the bay
From sour home chicago
I hear it beating far away
There’s no telling what i’ll do
If i don’t return to you.

San Francisco (Letra)

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Van dyke parks

Time to giddy-up doo wah diddy-up

San francisco san francisco
Her lover’s arms were open wide
Where the gates of golden
Waits with charms unfoldin’
Hold that cable car up there with pride
I gotta ride (ride ride)

Giddy up down to
San francisco san francisco
Where love is true as time and tide
She was seventeen though
When i left from reno
Like some valentino
With my bride there by my side

I can’t go from cisco down to frisco
How i’m missin’ those days of yore (el dorado)
Miss those frisky women raw rye whiskey with each kissin’ we would
Explore
El dorado
For this desperado
Was gold in the dust
Like many a man in god do i trust
Gave up on el dorado
So lost in my lust
Where love is not for sale
Out on the end of the
Trail

Time to giddy up doo wah diddy up
San francisco san francisco
Hope just like a candlestick in flame
Sportin’ life did change her
Shore life rearranger
Brought her misfortune and shame

Roll on down the california flyway the highway i have known
I have known
Old mystery sunsets down on water
The soul of man unfold

Time to giddy up doo wah diddy up
San francisco san francisco
Hope there you’ll find love is not for sale
Out at the end of
The trail

Gonna ride
Ride ride ride gonna ride
Gonna
Ride

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If you are going to San Francisco,
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you are going to San Francisco,
You’re gonna meet some gentle people there

For those who come to San Francisco,
Summertime will be a love-in there
In the streets of San Francisco
Gentle people with flowers in their hair

All across the nation,
Such a strange vibration
People in motion
There’s a whole generation
With a new explanation
People in motion, people in motion

For those who come to San Francisco,
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you come to San Francisco,
Summertime will be a love-in there

If you come to San Francisco,
Summertime will be a love-in there

San Francisco
San Francisco
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San Francisco (Letra)

Alkaline Trio

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Breakfast at the movies
Gatorade and blackjack on the bed
God bless the ugly
Cheap champagne and blackjack on the bed
I was born in America, born with the fists of a saint
Way out of range
Breakfast in the hallway
Pistachios and cocktails on the roof
God bless the hard way
You’re the only easy substitute
I was born in America, born with the fists of a cowboy
Home on the range